"Smack!"

Fa Ming sat on the ground with his mouth open, his eyes full of fear.

Corpses, dead ...

After a while, he came back to his senses and looked at Song Jingwei: "Senior brother, are they dead?"

Song Jingwei was silent.

"How did they die, brother, how did they die?"

"Is it Chen Xuanyang? Master, tell me, did Chen Xuanyang kill them?"

Fa Ming got up, grabbed Song Jingwei's sleeve, and asked loudly.

Song Jingwei still didn't speak, Fa Ming said: "It must be him, it must be him!"

"Bastards, brutes, mongrels!"

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to avenge my brother!"

Fa Ming was about to run towards the mountain, but was pressed on his shoulder by Song Jingwei: "Don't make trouble, go back with me." ”

"Master!"

Fa Ming was angry and pointed to the corpse in the car: "Senior brother, they are dead, they were killed by Chen Xuanyang!"

"I know. ”

"Why don't you stop it?"

Fa Ming laughed angrily: "Master, you watched them being killed, but you didn't do anything. You knew that the murderer was Chen Yang, but you didn't kill him. ”

Fa Ming shook his head vigorously, covered his red and swollen eyes, and sniffed hard to calm down briefly.

"Master, didn't you ask me, do you want to be vulgar?"

"Yes, I want to be vulgar. ”

"After they are buried for my brother, I will return to the vulgar. ”

After speaking, Fa Ming took the bodies of Fa Yuan and the others out of the car, carefully put them in his car, and drove away.

Song Jing looked at the car that was leaving quickly, her eyes gloomy.

Under the street lamp, the back seems to be slightly curved, as if it has aged several years in an instant.

......

Chen Yang returned to the Taoist temple, walked into the main hall for the first time, and put a stick of incense on the land god.

Then I took a shower again, went back to the house, turned on my phone and swiped.

It was the first time he had killed someone.

To be precise, it was the first time to kill someone with his own hands.

Although Li Zhaiguang also died because of him, Chen Yang didn't feel much.

Tonight, he personally recruited thunder and killed Fa Yuan and Fa Liang.

Two living people, struck to death by lightning.

At that moment, Chen Yang's feeling was just two words - "very cool".

It seemed that the evil breath that was holding in his heart was all poured out with the slash of the thunder and lightning.

"Grandpa Shen is so popular now?"

He was attracted by a piece of news on his phone.

Why does an 89-year-old veteran make a living picking up garbage?

"Exclusive Interview, Take You into the Daily Life of a Veteran"

Chen Yang clicked on it casually, all of which were related to Shen Qianxiu.

Shen Qianxiu donated all the monthly subsidies and picked up garbage for money on weekdays.

These things have now been spread insane.

The comments were surprisingly unanimous, all "admiration", "veterans do not die", and "national heroes".

Occasionally, one or two bad strokes pop up, and netizens will be saluted to the point of doubting life.

In addition to Shen Qianxiu, there is also a lot of news about other veterans.

There is a wave of veterans everywhere, as if any place can't keep up with the trend if it doesn't report one or two news about veterans.

Chen Yang watched these news, and his mood was much better.

The next day.

Chen Yang went through the daily process, and after eating, he took out his mobile phone and called Zeng Dongbo.

Suddenly received a call from Chen Yang, Zeng Dongbo was very surprised.

"Dao Chief, what are you looking for me? Is there no rice on the mountain? I'll ask for leave in the afternoon to send you a few bags. ”

"......" Chen Yang said speechlessly: "There is a lot of food on the mountain, thank you for bothering." ”

"What is the Daoist looking for me?"

Zeng Dongbo racked his brains, and he couldn't think of any place he could have that was worthy of a call from the Taoist chief.

"Poor Dao wanted to ask, half a month later, at the exchange meeting, last time President Zhang mentioned it, Poor Dao didn't know the specific date. ”

"Oh, this matter, there are fourteen days left in the exchange meeting, and it happened to be a weekend, do you want to participate?"

"Well, participate. ”

"That's a good thing, I'll talk to the president then. ”

"Trouble. ”

"It's just a matter of opening your mouth, not bothering. ”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang was about to draw a talisman, when Zeng Dongbo's phone called.

"Hey ......"

"Dao Chief, it's dead!"

"Huh?"

"Fa Liang and Fa Yuan are dead!"

"Oh. Chen Yangxin said I know.

Zeng Dongbo said: "And now they are all preaching, saying that you killed people." ”

Chen Yang's eyebrows raised lightly: "Who said that?"

"I don't know who said it, anyway, that's how it is spread now, in the Taoist Association, as well as several Taoist temples in the city, they all say so. ”

"Oh. ”

"Dao Chief, don't listen to their nonsense, I guess someone is targeting you and trying to mess with you. I watched the news and both of them were killed by lightning. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Daoist, are you busy? Then I won't bother you. ”

Chen Yang put down his phone.

He is looking forward to the next lottery to have a palm thunder.

He killed people.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he was killed by lightning.

Will Song Jingwei go to the police?

How to report?

Tell the police that he summoned Tianlei and killed someone?

"I killed people, but why don't you tell me why I killed them?"

Chen Yang sneered and muttered to himself.

"Knock knock. ”

"Anyone?"

A woman's voice sounded outside the door.

Listen to the voice, it won't be too old.

He walked over and opened the door, and sure enough, it was a woman.

Twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, a long ponytail, and cool clothes.

There is a queen's aura that no one should enter.

"Hello, is it the Xuanyang Dao Chief?" the woman asked.

Chen Yang nodded: "Poor Dao Xuanyang." ”

The woman said: "My name is Shu Rou, and Shu Haohai is my grandfather." ”

Chen Yang sighed and asked, "Is the donor here to offer incense?"

"I don't incense. ”

Shu Rou shook her head, took out a flag from the briefcase she was carrying, and handed it to him: "This is what the Dao Chief left in our ancestral house, I will send it to the Dao Chief." ”

"Thank you. Chen Yang took Lingqi over and said, "The donor is tired from going up the mountain, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

"Good. ”

The two walked into the Taoist temple.

For some reason, the feeling that this woman gave Chen Yang was very strange.

She was very cold, and Chen Yang believed that she had such a character.

But Chen Yang, who had keen senses, sensed a hint of hostility.

It's not quite accurate to use hostility, or rather, to say that I don't like myself very much.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. ”

Walking all the way into the backyard, Shu Rou didn't pay too much attention to the Taoist temple, even though the Taoist temple made her feel very comfortable.

After sitting down, Chen Yang made a cup of tea and brought it over, and asked casually, "Are the two old men's illnesses better?"

"Thank you for your concern, it's much better. ”

Shu Rou put the briefcase on the table, took out a check from it, and pushed it in front of Chen Yang.

It is said that hands are a woman's second face, but Shu Rou's hands are not beautiful.

The knuckles are thicker than those of normal women, and the fingers are rough and have noticeable calluses.

Chen Yang was curious, what does this woman do?

"This million is my personal donation to the Taoist Temple, and it only represents my gratitude to the Taoist chief for helping our family. ”

Without waiting for Chen Yang to speak, she took out the second check and continued to push it in front of Chen Yang.

"This million is for the Taoist Chief, provided that the Taoist Commander needs to promise me one thing. ”

Chen Yang's face gradually became a little ugly.

He looked at the two checks, looked at Shu Rou's delicate but very cold face, and asked, "What do you promise?"